A few hours after O'Malley's body had been found, Joey finds Charlie sitting in her office, staring out the window. "Charlie, why don't we go home?"

"I'm waiting for the autopsy report."

"It could be hours and you look like you're about ready to pass out."

Charlie smiles at her, appreciating her concern. "I should stay."

She sits on the desk next to her. "Charlie, it's late and there's nothing for you to do here."

Charlie sighs. "You're right."

Joey puts her hand on her shoulder, "Come on, I'll take you home." She smiles at Charlie's expression. "You don't have to ask Charlie, of course I'll stay."

"I'm not up to anything tonight."

"Charlie, I know it seems we can't be in bed lately without having sex, but I promise you, I'll be on my best behaviour." She grins cheekily, "Unless of course you change your mind and make the first move."

Charlie chuckles, "Typical, leave it all up to me."

"Hey, I'm the one doing all the cooking, I can't be expected to do all the work," she says with feigned indignation. She frowns at the look that passed over Charlie's face. "You have a problem with my cooking?"

"Definitely not, it's much better than anything I can come up with."

"Then what?"

"It feels weird you cooking when," Charlie shrugs.

"When I don't actually live there," Joey finishes. "Charlie, I love to cook and at least you and Ruby appreciate it, unlike that ungrateful bunch at home who just wolf it down."

"Before you came here, I think Georgie practically lived in the diner when she wasn't at work."

"She knows what an oven is, she's just never gotten the whole concept of buying the food and then cooking it," she jokes.

"Well, I do appreciate it."

"Oh, how much do you appreciate it," she asks with a suggestive grin.

"So much so that I'll let you keep doing all the cooking."

Joey frowns, "That's not exactly what I was after."

Charlie stands in front of her, brushing her lips over hers. "It's all you're getting tonight," she reminds her.

Joey mumbles under her breath as she follows Charlie out.

"Charlie, your brekkies getting cold," Joey says the next morning as they grab a quick bite at the diner on the way to work.

"Huh?" she stares at her food blankly.

"Hogan would have called if the autopsy report was in, so you might as well eat up because we're not leaving here until you do." Charlie looks up, frowning. "Have you heard a word I've said?"

Charlie shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "Sorry, I didn't sleep well last night."

"I know Charlie, I was there."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologise Charlie, I just wish you'd stop worrying so much, because there is nothing we can do until the report is in."

Charlie smiles wryly, knowing she was right. "How do you intend to stop me walking out that door right now, handcuff me to the table?"

"If I have to," she says in a very serious voice. "This could be a very long day Charlie, so you need to eat to keep up your strength."

"You would really handcuff me?" she asks in surprise.

"Try leaving if you want to find out." Letting Charlie think that over, Joey returns to her own food.

Charlie watches Joey for a moment, weighing up the possibility that she would indeed handcuff her. Not willing to put it to the test, she starts in on her own, now slightly cold food, missing the smile on Joey's face.

Rushing home, Charlie strips out of her coffee stained uniform, silently cursing the clumsy woman who had spilled coffee all over her. Deciding to have a quick shower to avoid smelling like stale coffee all day, she steps into the shower, the pounding water over her masking the sound of the jiggling of the lock at the back door.

"Where's Charlie?" Watson asks as soon as Joey entered the station.

"She met a coffee cup that disagreed with her."

"Yours or someone else's?"

"Someone else's. She's gone home to change."

"Damn."

"What is it?"

"You're not going to believe this, but we just got a report of another body being found."

"Shit, you're kidding!"

"A couple of hikers stumbled over a grave in the bush. It looks like some of the wildlife had started to uncover it."

"God, this place is like murder central," she mutters. "Male or female?"

"Female and that's all we know because the hikers didn't want to get too close."

"Is Graves here?"

"She's contacting the M.E. and crime scene guys."

"Ok, we'll go and check it out. Can you let Charlie know when she arrives?"

"I'm going with you."

"No you're not Georgie. It's your first day back and you're not going traipsing through the bush to look at a dead body." She glares at her sister, daring her to argue. "I'll pull rank if I have to Snr Constable."

"Yeah, you would to you little shit," she concedes. She scowls when her sister coughs. "Sorry, that should be Det. Sgt Little Shit, ma'am."

"That's better," grins Joey. "Seriously Georgie, take it easy." Watson nods. "Ok, is there someone here who knows where we're going?"

"Hogan knows the area."

"Fine, he can come with us. I take it O'Malley's autopsy report is not in?"

"Just got off the phone with the M.E.; he won't be starting the autopsy until this afternoon," Graves says as she joins them.

"Did he give a reason to why he's taken this long?"

"He had a family emergency when he got back to his office from the scene yesterday and with no other M.E. in the area, he's going to be busy this morning with us at the new crime scene."

Joey sighs, rubbing her brow. "Any word on O'Malley's sister?"

"When the uniforms informed O'Malley's parents last night, they were unaware their daughter had even quit her job. They did give the uniforms a few names of friends who may know where she is."

"Ok, let's just go and check on this body for now."

Watson watches them leave, wondering who the unfortunate victim was.

Putting her clean uniform on, Charlie heads for the front door when a hand clasps her mouth from behind and a strong arm wraps around her chest, her eyes growing wide with fear and shock when she sees the knife in his hand. "You're mine Charlie and I'm not letting you go," Angelo says, as he drags her toward her bedroom.

Forcing her onto the bed, he climbs on top of her. "Angelo, get off me," she screams when he finally removes his hand.

Raising his hand, he slaps her hard across the face. "Shut up bitch." Removing her belt, he curses when her handcuffs fall to the floor. "Fuck." Deciding not to move off her, he uses her belt instead, to bind her hands to the bed head while she lies stunned. Ripping her shirt open, he admires the view. "These are mine Charlie," he says, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples hard through the lacy material, feeling himself growing hard as he then slices through her bra.

"Angelo, stop." Charlie struggles against his weight, feeling nauseous at the feel of his erection against her stomach as he leans over her, his breath on her face.

"You used to love fucking me Charlie and you will again." Angelo feels himself getting even harder at the fear in her eyes. Holding the knife where she could see it, he moves to her side, his free hand slowly unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, sliding his hand inside, cupping her sex, his finger caressing her without entering. "No, I'm not going to finger you, that's what she does, I'm going to fuck you properly, make you beg for my cock again."

"Angelo, please don't do this," she pleads as he slides her pants down her legs.

"What made you think you could leave me," using his knife to cut away her knickers, removing the last remaining barrier to him. "We belong together Charlie."

"No we don't!"

"Of course we do." Freeing his erection, Angelo moves between her legs, his cock harder than ever. "How could you fuck her Charlie?"

"Because I love her!"

Infuriated, he slaps her again, this time splitting her lip. "You're mine Charlie, no one else can ever have you,"

"Well Joey has, over and over, every night and every morning," Charlie taunts him, no longer willing to give him the satisfaction of her fear.

"God damn you Charlie," he cries out in anger, slapping her again, "What has that bitch done to you?"

"She's showed me what love really is," despite her situation, Charlie is more confident than she's ever been, her love for Joey giving her the strength. "I hate you Angelo!"

"Don't say that!"

"Joey makes me feel alive, feel things I've never felt before."

"You can't love her!"

"I do love her," she yells at him, "I love her more than I've ever loved anyone."

Humiliated when his erection starts to soften, Angelo stands up, pacing furiously.

Graves, Joey and Hogan stand back from the grave as the body is slowly revealed by the M.E. and crime scene techs. A gasp escapes Hogan as her face is revealed.

"You know her?" Joey asks gently.

"Not personally, but I worked on her disappearance. That's Annie Campbell," Hogan says moments before there was the sound of another officer vomiting. "His daughter went to school with her," he explains.

"What can you tell me about her?"

"She was nearly 15 when she went missing over two years ago. On the morning that she disappeared, she had told her brother that she was going to be staying at a friend's after school."

"A friend's, huh. I used that excuse myself when I was doing something I didn't want anyone to know about."

Hogan nods in agreement. "The friend she was supposed to have been staying with finally admitted that Annie was going to meet someone she'd met on the internet."

"Shit," Graves mutters.

"Anything found on her computer?"

"The usual stuff you'd find on a teenage girls computer, emails from friends, an application to an ad asking for models, fashion sites, that sort of thing."

At the mention of the ad asking for models, Joey and Graves look at each other, both thinking the same thing.

"If she had met someone, she deleted any emails and cleared out her history," Hogan finishes.

"Any chance the computer is still in evidence?"

"Nothing was found to link it to her disappearance, so it was returned to her brother."

"Damn."

Hogan glances between the both of them. "You know something about this, don't you?"

"There have been other cases of young girls answering ads asking for models, only when they turn up at the scheduled location, they're taken and auctioned off."

"Auctioned," he starts to say, before realising what Joey had meant. "Oh god," his face going white.

"Take a short walk Hogan, get some space from here," she suggests. He nods, turning his back on the scene.

Joey turns her attention back to the M.E. "Doc, what can you tell us?"

"You don't expect much do you detective?"

"We have two bodies in as many days doc, my patience is limited."

Shining a light into the dead eyes of Annie, the M.E. sighs. "There's evidence of petechial haemorrhage, suggesting asphyxiation of some kind and that's all I'm willing to say until the autopsy and before you ask, I called in a favour and had a colleague start on O'Malley's autopsy. You should have the results before lunch."

"Thanks doc."

"You can run along now, you're not needed here," he says distractedly as he supervises the careful excavation of the body.

"I think we've been dismissed Joey," Graves nudges her.

Grunting, Joey indicates to Hogan they were going. "Are you ok to stay and oversee?"

"I'll be fine detective."

"We'll see you back at the station."

"If she was abducted as part of the ring, do you think Angelo or Martha killed her, or a buyer or client?" Graves asks as soon as they were alone.

"Whoever killed her, it still all ties back to Angelo and Martha." Joey spares a glance behind her for the girl killed before she'd had a chance to live. "We'll get them for you Annie," she promises.

"It wasn't meant to be like this," Angelo mutters as he paces, waving the knife around in his agitation. "Robbo was supposed to get rid of that brat of yours and then it was just going to be the two of us."

Charlie stares at him in horrified realisation. "You bastard, you wanted Robbo to hurt my daughter!"

"That little bitch was getting in the way. I told him he could have as much fun with her as he wanted, as long as he killed her in the end," he says dismissively, still pissed that Robbo had failed, but pleased that no one, not even Martha, had suspected that he had put him up to it. "Of course the stupid fuck had to attack her in the day, right when that fucking dyke cunt was about."

"You're a monster!"

"I'm not a monster."

"You did kill Trevor, didn't you?" She asks suddenly.

"Not alone," he admits absently.

"Who was with you?"

Staring at her mobile in frustration when Charlie doesn't pick up, Joey calls the station instead. "Hey Georgie, is Charlie there, she's not answering her phone."

"She hasn't come in yet."

"She should have been there by now."

"You want me to check on her?"

"No, Graves and I are closer to her place."

"You think something's happened?" Graves asks once Joey had hung up.

"It's not like her to not answer her phone, especially when she's supposed to be on duty."

"Sorry, babe, I can't tell you that." He walks back over to the bed, once again admiring her body. "We're going to make love now Charlie, just like old times and you're going to scream out my name, just like old times."

"I used to fake it Angelo," she says spitefully, "Just to get it over with and even before I realised I was in love with Joey, I was imagining it was her who was fucking me the entire time you were inside me."

"You fucking whore," he screeches.

"You may be about to rape me Angelo..."

"It's not rape," he interrupts her angrily. "We love each other."

"Call it what you will Angelo, but the only thing I will ever feel, is hate and disgust for you."

He holds the knife in front of her eyes. "You will love me again Charlie or that whore and your brat will feel this knife slicing into them."

"You're a coward."

"And you're a stupid cunt who is about to get the fucking of her life." Feeling his erection return at the thought of all the things he was going to do to her, he starts to move over her.

Next Chapter, Charlie and Joey deal with the aftermath of the attack.